“I forgot that was in there.”
I looked over at Justin. “What about you?”
He was hesitant. “I… I don’t have a license or credit cards. Nothing like that.”
“Give me what you have.”
He looked down as he handed me several laminated cards. I looked at them and noticed they were memberships to gay clubs around the area. “Is this it?”
He nodded to say yes.
“Hand me a box.”
Rick handed me one. “Please don’t do this—we haven’t done anything to you.”
“All will be well. Stop worrying.” I tossed their items in the box. “Your stuff is in here. I’m gonna stick it…” I looked around for a moment. “…behind the AC condenser at the rear of Redden’s Rat Rod and Speed Shop.”
They had a look of horror as I pointed my tranquilizer gun at them. “You’ll wake up in several hours.”
Justin started to speak, but I shot a dart into him, then Rick. I closed the lid and installed a padlock in case it was garbage day.
Glory Hole from Hell
Wyatt held his hand out to get Seth’s attention. “Did you really do that to Joel?”
“Of course. I’m not a liar.”
“That’s not what I meant. What you did is hard to imagine. It’s very sadistic and barbaric.”
“Sure, it is, but he got what he deserved.”
“Where do you come up with such disgusting stuff?”
“It’s a gift.”
“I’m being serious. Most people would never even think about something like that, much less do it.”
“I’m not most people.”
“I understand that, but how do you come up with it?”
“It really does come naturally. And that wasn’t my first rodeo. I’ve been doing this for a very long time and I hate being repetitious, so I think of other ways to torture these assholes to break up the monotony.”
“You make it sound like it’s a normal day on the job.”
“It’s just what I do. Sometimes it’s quick and simple; sometimes I go to the extreme.”
“What determines that?”
“It’s based on what type of scumbag I’m dealing with and how heinous their crime was.”
“Justin and Rick didn’t seem like bad people.”
“You’re right, and that’s why I didn’t harm ‘em.”
“What happened to them?”
“I was going to get to that at the end of the story. They were found by police officers shortly after.”
“How would they know to look in the dumpster? I would have thought the fire would have killed them, or at least from smoke inhalation.”
Seth laughed. “Because I spray painted, ‘Caution: Live People Inside’. The fire didn’t harm them because I rolled the dumpster down the alleyway for several blocks, then left it in the middle of a street so they would be found.”
Wyatt looked confused. “Why would you risk that?”
“Risk what?”
“Alerting the cops to the club.”
“That’s why I took anything that could identify them. They were out cold, and remained that way for another two hours. At first, the cops had no idea who they were, where they had come from, or the reason they were in the dumpster. They didn’t find that out until they were awake, and by then I was long gone.”
“That makes sense, but what about the woman? You didn’t check her.”
Seth laughed. “She was nude. And that’s probably why Joel didn’t want to answer when Justin knocked.”
Wyatt laughed when he thought about the facial expression of the cops when they had opened the dumpster. “I would have liked to been a fly on the wall when they were finally able to tell what happened.”
“I’m sure they were hysterical and rambling on about what I did to Joel. Maybe we’ll read about it in the paper one day.” Seth lit a cigarette and got comfortable as he laid back in his recliner. “Any more questions before I finish the story?”
Wyatt was in the process of pouring whiskey in his glass. He quickly set the bottle down. “Yes… It’s strange how you can be so cruel to some, but show compassion for others.”
“Compassion is what separates me from the scumbags. Believe it or not, there is one side of me that is giving, caring and respectful. The other side runs parallel with the most horrifying and sadistic shit that you would expect to find in hell.”
Wyatt started to pour whiskey into his glass, then changed his mind and took a swig straight from the bottle. He set the bottle next to him in the chair. “You apparently set the building on fire, but what happened before that?”
“When I came back from pushing the dumpster away, I waited in the alleyway for Amanda. She finally came out around ten minutes later. I didn’t have a lot of time to fuck around, so I put my silenced pistol to her head. “Take me to the under part of the platform. And if you make one fucking sound or unexpected movement I will put several bullets in your head.”
She held her hands out. “I’ll do whatever you ask. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Let’s go—I don’t have all night.” She led me to a side door. From there, we went down a hallway then down a staircase that led to a room. The room was small and had some benches and lockers on one side. There was a man sleeping on one of the benches; he looked like another hired thug. I pulled out my tranquilizer gun and shot a dart into him; he never woke up.
The woman spun around and glared at me. “What did you do?”
I could hear a ruckus going on upstairs. I looked at her as I holstered my dart gun. “What the fuck is all that noise?”
“Hey, you’re that dude from earlier. Joel will kill you for being down here.” She looked at the man on the bench. “And what did you do to Raymond?”
“Shot him with a tranquilizer dart so he wouldn’t cause any problems. And as far as Joel, he got fucked up real bad.”
“What happened to him?”
The noise was getting louder. “What’s going on up there?”
She looked distraught. “Some of the assholes are getting rowdy because Joel’s men are not around to keep the peace.” She thought for a moment. “That explains why they left. They must be with him.” She glared at me. “So, you think you can take advantage also? Joel is not the only one you had to worry about. Charlie and the men will come after you if you don’t leave.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so; unless they turn into zombies.”
“What? Are they dead or something?”
“You can say that.”
“What happened to them?”
“They got gutted, stabbed, shot, scalped and skinned.”
She put her hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh! Who did it?”
“Some psychopath.”
“Are all of them dead?”
“Well, no… Justin and Rick are fine.”
“Why would someone do such a thing?”
“They seemed like okay guys.” I was being a smartass.
“No, why were the others killed?”
I looked across the room at a door that had several locks. I nodded towards it. “Because of what’s behind that door.”
She looked down. “Oh.”
I put my gun to her head. “I should kill your ass also.”
“Also?” Her eyes got big—she realized I was the psycho.
“And you might be next.”
“I just…”
“Shut the fuck up!” I walked over to the door and grabbed one of the padlocks. “Unlock it and get the girls out of here.”
“I don’t have the key.”
I shoved her against the wall, pulled out my sickle and stuck the blade to her neck. I looked directly into her eyes. “Do you know who I am?”
She shook her head as she stared back at me with fear. “No.”
“They call me The Angel of Death.”
Her eyes got big. “Please don’t kill me. I …”
“Hush! Normally I would have gutted and
skinned your ass alive, but I need you to get these girls out of here.”
She nodded her head. “I will. I will get them out of here.”
“And you need to heed this warning. If I find you working in another club, on the streets or even in a dirty bookstore, I will fuck you up beyond comprehension. Do you understand?”
Tears were running down her face. “Yes.”
“And you better make sure you find help for these girls. Don’t just leave them on the streets so some other lowlife can take advantage of them. I’m giving you a second chance that I seldom give to anyone. If you fail, I will hunt you down and make you suffer in ways that not even your worst nightmare could conjure up.”
“I will do it. I promise.”
I could see in her eyes that she understood, so I removed my sickle and holstered it. “Is there a way to shut off the lights on the platform?”
She pointed to a light switch. “It turns off the upper and lower lights.”
“What about in this room?”
“The switch is over there.” She pointed to it.
“How do I get under the platform?”
“Through the same door.”
“Who’s down there sucking off the cocks?”
“Adult men and women. But they aren’t giving real blowjobs. They use rubber sleeves. The pervs don’t know otherwise.”
“Unlock the door.”
She walked over to Raymond and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket as I walked over and turned off the light switches. She unlocked the door. “Now what?”
“Don’t open it yet.” I grabbed several long piercing rods from my backpack. “When I open the door, get the girls out without making a lot of noise. And take them to a safe place away from this building.” She looked distraught. “Are you fucking listening?”
“Yes.”
“Make sure you get them away from this building. I’m going to burn it to the ground.”
“I will.”
When I opened the door, I noticed the raised platform divided the upper part of the doorway from the bottom. I crawled under the platform as she started telling the girls to come down. I turned on my flashlight and noticed there were three women and two men under the deck. One of the men and two of the women were jerking off dicks. The others were sitting on the floor with their back against the wall reading their Kindles. I waved my light around, motioning for them to exit. “Get the fuck out!”
They didn’t hesitate as they quickly crawled towards the door. I knew the perverts couldn’t see the girls were gone because it was dark, so they had no idea that there was a problem. I quickly crawled over to the first dick that was protruding through a hole and grabbed it. I took one of the five-inch long piercing rods and shoved it through the guy’s dick as close as I could get it to the wall; he was jammed up tight and screaming for help. The next guy pulled his dick out before I could grab it, but then stuck it back in the hole. I guess he thought the other guy was screaming from pleasure. Before he changed his mind again I stuck a rod through his dick. The third guy was getting antsy, and as he stroked the hole, I could hear him cursing and bitching over the other guys screams. I grabbed his dick and pulled back on it as hard as I could, shoved a rod through the base, then bent it backwards until I heard it pop. All three perverts were hollering and screaming for help as I exited the room. I shined my light on the upper platform to verify the girls were gone. I did a double take when the light struck the face of one of the perverts through the peep show window. He was moving his mouth quickly as he was apparently yelling for help. I moved my light to the next pervert; all I could see was the top of his head as he was looking down, apparently trying to figure out how to get his dick out of the hole. When I looked at the last guy I could see there was someone in the room with him. The person was looking down as the pervert was covering his face with both hands. I quickly ran over to my backpack and grabbed a large plastic bottle filled with homemade, flammable fluid. I doused the upper and lower sections of the platform, then tossed in a road flare. A huge fireball erupted, engulfing the entire area. The perverts were screaming at the top of their lungs as their penises were being burned. When I got outside, I noticed people were running from the front of the building and smoke was bellowing out some of the windows on the upper floor. I could still hear the perverts screaming, but now they were being burned to death. Suddenly I heard someone yelling from up above. I looked around, then noticed it was Tito; he was on the fire escape. He tried to climb down the ladder, but wound up falling to the ground right in front of me. When he noticed me, he started crawling away, shouting for me to get away from him. I shot several rounds in his head with my silenced pistol, then took off down an alleyway, disappearing into the night.”
Wyatt wrote a few things in his notebook, then looked at Seth. “That was kind of messed up what you did to the three guys in the basement.”
“Do you think I went overboard?”
“Maybe.”
“Why?”
“I can understand why you went after Joel, but they hadn’t really done anything.”
“So, you think it’s okay for grown men to get off on under-aged girls?”
“Not at all.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Their punishment didn’t really fit the crime.”
“They were child molesters in my book. If they were willing to do that, then they would have no problem sexually assaulting a child, if they hadn’t already. I just eliminated some predators as far as I’m concerned.”
“I didn’t think of it that way.” Wyatt looked at a news article. “It says here that one of the men had his penis ripped in half. It doesn’t say anything about the other two or any details about what happened to Joel and his men except that they had been tortured.”
“He was probably one of the perverts that got a rod stuck through his dick. He must have ripped it apart and fled before the fire got to him. The police apparently couldn’t stop the pissed off pervert from spilling the beans, but it’s obvious they’re going to keep the rest of it from the public eye, for now anyway.”
“I’m sure he was upset.”
“You betcha.” Seth laughed. “A pervert with no dick, go figure. That’s what he gets for sticking his dick in a glory hole from hell.”
Wyatt looked at the article again. “Tito lived.”
“And that’s what I get for using a .22.”
“I’m surprised you carry that small of a caliber.”
“It’s not always about killing these fuckers. Fucking them up in ways that are unthinkable makes them wish they were dead. It was more important to be stealthy than anything else. A silenced .22 is so quiet that the only noise it makes when fired is from the slide as it ejects the spent round and loads another. If I need more firepower I can use my Springfield XDM .40 that is equipped with a sixteen-round magazine. If I need maximum firepower I can turn to my 5.56mm pistol, but it’s on the other side of the DB range; the damn thing actually causes hearing loss, but the thirty-round magazine makes up for it. And as far as Tito goes, I couldn’t care less if the faceless fuck lived or died as long as he’s fucked up. If I wanted him dead, I would have cut his head off.” Seth nodded towards Wyatt. “I haven’t had the chance to read the paper. What happened to that fucker?”
“He’s at Presbyterian University Hospital. He’s going to need a partial face transplant, and he’s paralyzed from the waist down.”
“Good. Anything about the under-aged girls?”
“Nothing.”
“Hopefully that Amanda bitch found them a safe place. I will follow up on that later. What about Justin and Rick?”
“Just mentions that there were people found hiding in a secured location.” Wyatt looked up at Seth. “Doesn’t say anything about a dumpster or what happened to them. How did you know that the cops had found them?”
“After I set the building on fire I went and checked on them. When I got there two bicycle cops had already found them and calle
d the paramedics.”
“Apparently, they’re not going to tell how you allowed them to live.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t know why I’m curious, considering all the other shit that took place, but did you leave their stuff behind the AC unit?”
“I said I was going to, and I did. I actually felt sorry for the bastards and left them around thirty thousand dollars in the box.”
Wyatt just stared at Seth.
“I took it from Joel’s safe.”
Wyatt laughed.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I do. I’m just thinking about Justin and how he didn’t like you being homophobic.”
Seth glared at Wyatt. “I don’t want to hear that word, or any other kinds of phobia labels come out of your mouth again.”
Wyatt was concerned. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“That’s not it. I have an issue with how it’s become the norm that if someone doesn’t like what another person does, they have a phobia. That kind of attitude is what’s wrong with our country. I hate fucking child molesters. It’s not because I’m a molesterphobe; it’s because I don’t like fucking perverts sticking their dicks into kids. If someone doesn’t like homosexuality because they feel it goes against nature, or against their beliefs or personal values, it’s not because they’re homophobic, it’s because they don’t like fucking queers; it’s simply a difference in views. I personally don’t care what homos do to each other behind closed doors. I just don’t want to see them prancing around in the streets shoving their views in my face, just as I don’t like heterosexuals fondling each other in public. And don’t even get me started on political correctness. That fucking ideology is turning everyone into a bunch of whiny-ass crybabies. Just like how everyone in the younger generation gets a freakin’ trophy regardless of how they do. Rewarding the ones that don’t do anything just enforces their belief that they will get something for little to no effort. That mentality will carry over into adulthood, causing an over-inflated sense of self-worth with entitlement issues. And don’t even get me started on the race-baiting blacks, or the lazy welfare fucks and border jumpers that are destroying this country.”
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